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kasperbunny · 10 days
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absolutely had to do this meme as these two <3
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laufire · 29 days
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And you know I always want to hear more about the YJ WIP, so Young Justice: Fenix
I'm going to switch things up a bit here. For those who might not know, that's how I call a Jason-centric, longfic WIP of mine set in the Young Justice (cartoon) universe. It takes all four seasons as canon (it cherry picks re: the tie-in comics), and mixes some of my headcanons regarding Jason's character in it with some mainline comics canon that I don't think would apply to the show, but that serve my purposes. AND it throws in some dcau canon (but making it my own) for good measure.
Though the story is largely about Jason, the collision with his old life and the reunion with his family, it's told in multiple POVs. Mainly to advance the plot and not just write a navel-gazing Jason angst fest xDD. I thought I'd list the characters that get to have POVs, and tell you a bit of what they'll be bringing to the story. In order of appearance:
Talia al Ghul. The story opens with her! She's the main plot-mover, because she's in the thick of the actual conflict (vs. the new league of shadows + the light), preparing and moving pieces so things go the way they're supposed to. The dynamic between her and Jason is shaping up to be interesting too: it's different from how I see their comics relationship, AND different from the fanon mother-and-son dynamic. There's some of that, maybe, but due to circumstances and the large gap between him and Damian in this canon (nearly 20 years), he funcitons more as a parental figure than a brotherly one... cue spousification añsdklfjasdf. It's been fun to write.
Jason Todd. He's the main guy. He's going through it xD (also, this version of him didn't go into a pit, so he's healed the slow way and that's had an effect on him.
Dick Grayson. He's running point on The Superhero Side of things, as a leader, as a link between various sets of the plot, etc. His relationship with Jason is still forming. They are closer in age and (in my head) they actually shared time and space in the manor, as brothers, which makes some things easier and something more complicated. He also offers a counterpoint to Bruce (next one). In every instance we see into Bruce's head, we see that (although he rarely exteriorises it), he thinks about Jason. Dick doesn't, he has a mental block the size of a country. Until things come crashing down... very close to his birthday...
Bruce Wayne. He's there to suffer! I say this with affection because yj!Bruce is better than most Bruces but. I enjoy putting him through the ringer. I'm giving him angst about Jason, I'm giving him angst about Damian, I'm giving him angst about this-mysterious-red-hooded-guy... even about Alfred, and about other things I still haven't ironed out completely lmao.
Damian al Ghul. He's at the center of the conflict, what our mains are protecting above all. He's six years old. My goal is to strike a balance with his character, because otoh, yj offers a different version of the al Ghuls, which would change things, but I do love comics!Damian and the edges he comes with. His relationship with Jason tugs at my heartstrings.
Dinah Lance. She has a much smaller part than the ones above, but she has a couple of POV sections of her own. One of the first scenes I wrote for this fic was a therapy session with Bruce shortly after Jason's death, and I didn't want her to be in the fic *just* for that lol. She offers a little insight into the Senior League, into how (what in this world is) a very public child hero's death affected things, etc.
Cassandra Wu San. I simply find this (very, very different) version of Cass fascinating and wanted in her head. I wanted to show her perspective on the other bats, Barbara (who hasn't gotten a POV herself because this version of the character is simply more interesting through Cass's eyes) and Bruce in particular. And I also thought that, timeline-wise, it'd fit that she might've met Jason as the Red Hooded Ninja if they were in the League of Shadows around the same time. So that's fun.
Artemis Crock. I wanted someone on the original team to have a POV as well, and she was the immediate best choice. She can help move the plot on that side (here she's the new team leader), she has insight on the Shadows as well (Jade is also around btw!), I imagine as the teammate who Jason would've connected with the quickest, and we get to see some of her conflicting feelins re: an old teammate being resurrected... and not being the one she misses the most.
Tim Drake. He caused me a lot of headaches because a.) the show version of Tim is really... just there and b.) I started properly planning the fic at a time where I wasn't feeling particularly kind towards comics!Tim. Luckily for my peace of mind I got over that lol, but even then, that period made it so I put extra effort with this character and the result is that he has his own parcel of the plot LOL. Featuring undercover mission, archeology digs, among other treats for him. His dynamic with Jason is complicated (Jason has a lot of feelings that are really more about himself than about Tim, but Tim is sort of in the way of dealing with those lol), added with the fact that when they meet, Jason is still keeping his identity under wraps and he can't air all of that out... yet xD
So basically: the Waynes (though Tim wasn't ever adopted in this version of canon, in my head; his step-mother is still around) or inner batfam circle + Talia + one member of the team + one member of the JL.
ask me about my wips!
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wolfprayers · 1 year
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z0roark5star · 2 months
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Got inspired by @thiscatdraws [srry for the tag] mlp aus to get back into drawing ponies , so i decided to make a pony versiom of my main oc artemis [espeon guy you'll see here often] !!!! Poor lityle guy gets haunted by the horrors no matter the au.
I had some difficulty coming up with his name and dont even get me started on his cutie mark- i think its kind ahard to tell , but its a moon acting as a bow with an arrow with a star at the tip
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omegamoo · 4 months
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watching grian's third life movie with my sister. highlights reel:
"if scar likes disney and he just quoted the lion king then CLEARLY that means he's going to kill grian by throwing him off a cliff and grian is just DUMB to not see the literary analysis!!!!!!"
*her calling grian some variation of stupid at every available opportunity*
"he's like a babysitter!!!!!"
*her jaw on the floor when scar died*
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toyboxsparkle · 1 year
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my sasha from yahoo auctions <3
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shoshie · 1 year
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🍓teehee hi
hi there!!! u seem like the coolest person eva which means we should absolutely talk more. i rly like your blog so much ur aesthetic is sick !!! AND u have such good vibes really awesome friendly funny vibes. ily
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infected-paul · 1 year
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tigerlily
tigerlily— do you have any favorite quotes from any movies, tv shows, books, or poetry? (or from people in real life)
i hate wv and the mcu, buttt i have to admit,
"what is grief, if not love persevering" is pretty solid
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kryptonianclone · 1 year
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“It’s Valentine’s Day,” Artemis points out without looking up from the clock on the wall. She’s hated this holiday since… Well. She doesn’t like to talk about it. Instead, she allows herself to lean against Conner, eyes downcast as she seeks comfort from her friend. 💚
Oh oW MY HEART??? || Accepting
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Conner knew that today was tough. It seemed to be tough for a lot of people he knew. While others got to enjoy themselves basking in the love and affection of others Conner knew that Artemis hadn't done that for a very long time.
He watched as she leans in looking for something that she rarely ever asks for. Conner put one of his arms around her squeezing her shoulders. Conner doesn't say anything. What could he actually say that could make anything better. What if he said the wrong thing? Artemis would probably apperciate his famous stoic silence. The squeeze stopped but Conner didn't remove his arm. It wasn't like Artemis asked for comfort every day, she probably needed a little more than a quick hug. Tomorrow would be better. Conner knew that for sure.
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arrthurpendragon · 2 years
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OC Spotlight: I go by Artemis and my oc blog is @artemisocs. So far I’ve posted ocs for Stranger Things and Outer Banks, but there are plenty of other fandoms that I plan to create for as well! My main muses right now are Laurie Mayfield and Catie Carver (Stranger Things) & Savannah Cox (Outer Banks), but I’m in the process of organizing and introducing more ideas. I’m very new to the oc community and find it all a bit overwhelming but I’d love to make some friends and find more blogs to follow!
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Spotlight Masterlist
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motifenjoyer · 2 years
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hi i finally finished writing a small bit of backstory for my character artemis. Read It
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kasperbunny · 2 months
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i gave myself brainrot when i made a post talking about arty patching up danse in a weirdly intimate way, so i needed to write an actual piece about it. this is before they catch feelings, but maybe this is the start of it?? hmm.....
this fic can also be found on ao3!
Touch || Paladin Danse/Sole Survivor
It was a routine mission, the two of them tasked with patrolling the area and reporting back any findings to Elder Maxson. Simple enough, and it almost went off without any issue, which was a strange occurrence when attempting to get anything done alongside Artemis. For once, though, there had been no backtalk from him, no bickering, and no disobeying orders. He had only muttered a ‘yes, sir’ and they had headed on their way. Danse would almost think something was wrong if he didn’t revel in the rare silence and obedience from his subordinate. Though, he made a mental note to check in on the Knight once they arrived back at the Prydwen. As much as Danse disliked the other man, he was still responsible for the wellbeing of the soldiers under his command.
Everything was going smoothly, both of them mostly keeping to themselves besides Danse barking out a few orders here and there, when suddenly he was stopping in his tracks, catching the attention of Artemis.
“What’s up?”
“The joints in my right arm are loose,” He punctuated his statement by rolling the shoulder of his armor and scrunching up his face a little, “It’s making it difficult to wield my weapon.”
“Mmm,” Artemis mused for a moment as he looked around, “I know this area. There’s an old abandoned gas station further up ahead,” He motioned in the general direction with a quick nod of his chin, “Could be useful.”
“Outstanding,” Danse replied, and Artemis rolled his eyes at the praise, “Lead the way, soldier.”
Artemis took the lead, Danse in tow behind him as they walked the short distance to the mentioned building. To their relief, there was a power armor workstation in the garage of the building. Danse was urgent on doing a quick scope of the area to make sure they wouldn’t have any surprise guests, then wasted no time in docking his armor and getting to work.
It’s not like Artemis had never seen Danse out of his armor before, they lived together aboard the Prydwen after all, but he couldn’t help but steal a look as the Paladin stepped out of his armor. His orange jumpsuit was obviously worn and used thoroughly, speckled with dirt and a few oil stains. Despite its use, it still hugged his body in all the right places. The soft curve of his belly straining against the material of his suit caught Artemis’ attention, before he caught himself staring, instead taking great interest in looking at a spot of dirt on the crumbling wall.
“This shouldn’t take long. The joints just need some adjusting,” Danse pulled out a small set of tools he kept in the chest compartment of his armor for specific occasions like this. You could never be too prepared when traversing the wasteland.
Artemis only hummed in acknowledgment. He didn’t really care, simply relieved to be out of the sun for a while. He made himself comfortable, plopping down in a rickety chair that was strewn into the corner of the garage. He unsheathed his combat knife from his belt, using it to absentmindedly pick at his nails as he waited.
It was only a few moments before Artemis was startled by one of Danse’s tools clanging loudly to the concrete floor, quickly followed by a muttered curse under the Paladin’s breath. Danse emerged from behind the suit of armor right after, his palm bloody.
“What the hell happened?” Artemis didn’t appear terribly concerned as he stayed seated, but he craned his neck a bit in an attempt to see what had happened.
“I don’t know. My hand must have slipped,” Danse was pressing the thumb of his left hand into the cut, attempting to apply pressure to stop the bleeding. Whatever piece of metal had cut him had sliced right through the glove of his jumpsuit, “There's a first aid kit in the storage unit of my armor.”
Artemis rose to his feet, unlocking the front of the armor and rummaging around for just a moment before he found what he was looking for. He ushered Danse to sit in the previously occupied chair in the corner, while Artemis sank to his knees in front of him. He removed Danse’s ruined glove, his fingers wrapping around the Paladin’s arm to keep him steady. Artemis pressed his thumb against the veins in the other man’s wrist, able to feel the faint thrumming of his heartbeat.
“I apologize,” Danse watched Artemis dab at his palm with a piece of cloth, attempting to clean up the blood, and then apply pressure to stop the bleeding all together. Danse felt his fingers twitch impatiently. He was annoyed with himself, “I only meant for us to be stationed here for a few minutes at most. Now we’re a vulnerable target if we sit here too long.”
The bleeding seemed to stop after a few moments, the cut not being very deep at all. Without warning, Artemis poured a small amount of antiseptic onto the wound. Danse’s face twitched in discomfort at the stinging sensation, but otherwise he didn’t complain.
“I’m not that worried,” Thankfully there was a bit of gauze in the kit, Artemis beginning to unroll it with both his hands. Cleaning up the wound left Artemis’ fingers speckled with a bit of blood, “I’m not helpless, I can shoot if someone comes up on us.”
“I understand, but–”
“Just shut up and let me finish, Danse,” Artemis was looking up at him, his brows scrunching up in annoyance. Then again, Danse supposed he looked like that most of the time by default, “I’ll be quick and we can get out of here sooner, if it really bothers you that much.”
“I don’t appreciate your tone, Lockett,” It was Danse’s turn to look annoyed, but he didn’t push any further, there would be no point in bickering over something as small as this, “But alright, do as you will, then.”
“Whatever,” Artemis glanced back down at the task at hand, his grip surprisingly soft despite his growing annoyance with his superior. Danse’s eyes followed the movement of his fingers as he rolled up the sleeve of Danse’s jumpsuit, his fingertips ghosting across Danse’s skin as he did so. The pads of his fingers were soft, so much unlike Danse’s own that were rough and calloused from years of rugged use. The thumb still against his wrist was warm. Goosebumps suddenly spread all across Danse’s arm, causing him to shiver.
Artemis didn’t seem to notice, beginning to wrap up the injury he was holding in his hands, starting at the wrist, and working the gauze around the palm of Danse’s large hand. Danse would never describe Artemis as a gentle person, so it took him by surprise as he watched him meticulously and carefully doctor up his cut, seemingly giving extra care not to pull the material too tight. For the first time, Danse was close enough to Artemis to notice the various moles and freckles that littered themselves across his knuckles and up onto his arms, most of them disappearing into the dark wisps of hair growing along his tanned, muscled forearms. Danse noted a few small, healed over scars scattered along the back of his hands, and briefly wondered where he had gotten them.
Though he had finally finished wrapping up the injury, Artemis’ fingers still lingered along the Paladin’s own. Danse suddenly felt very warm, and didn’t know why.
“Is that too tight?” Artemis’ voice was low as he glanced back up at Danse. His eyes were the same color as a storm at sea, but his expression was faintly softened.
Danse had never thought about how handsome Artemis was until this moment, as the other man gazed up at him. His inky black hair was growing out, much longer than it was when they had met many months ago. It was starting to curl around his ears and along his neck, but it framed his angular face nicely. His dark stubble was starting to come in from neglecting to shave for a couple of days, the fuzz dusting along his shapely jaw and right above his top lip. The moles along his arms were copied here, scattering themselves in random spots along his face. Danse couldn’t help but trace the curve of Artemis’ lips with his eyes, wondering if they were as soft as they looked…
“Paladin?” Artemis’ voice asked again, snapping Danse out of his thoughts, “Is it too tight?”
“Uh…” Danse cleared his throat awkwardly, finally looking away and blinking a few times as he felt his face become increasingly warm again, “No…No, it’s alright. Thank you, Knight.”
“Sure,” Artemis finally stood from his kneeling position, and Danse didn’t quite understand why he felt disappointed when their fingers finally disconnected, “Finish up if you want, but you’re right. We shouldn’t stay here too long.”
“Right,” Danse stood as well, flexing his fingers experimentally and feeling the sting of the cut, but it didn’t seem to deter him as he made his way back to his armor. He retrieved his abandoned tool from the ground and was quick to continue his adjustments, “I’ll just be a moment.”
“You promise this time?” Humor was evident on Artemis’ face, a small smirk lighting up his features. A dimple indented itself in his right cheek. 
“Yes. I promise,” Danse didn’t return the smile, but his eyes sparkled with something akin to mild amusement as they looked at each other. It was a pleasant surprise when Artemis dropped his gruff exterior and seemed a little more lighthearted. Danse appreciated the rare comradery. 
It didn’t take long at all for Danse to finish up his work on the armor, just as he had said. As soon as he was satisfied with the tightness of the joints, he began to gather up his supplies and put them back where they belonged. He was almost overjoyed when he jumped back into his armor, always tending to feel naked and vulnerable when he was outside of it. The familiar snugness of the suit always made him feel comfortable. Safe.
They were quick to make their way out of the little run down building, Danse resuming his role by taking the lead and continuing their mission just as they were before. Nothing had changed, and yet Danse caught himself being distracted more often than not. Even after they had returned to the Prydwen and gone their separate ways for the day, Danse couldn’t quite shake the image of Artemis’ hands against his own. 
The scene kept replaying in his head over and over again, even as he attempted to distract himself by tinkering with his armor further. If anything, it only reminded him of the memory that looped in his head. Artemis had been so careful with him, a stark contrast to the standoffish and, quite frankly, difficult man that he usually was. Danse thought about the dark hair on Artemis’ arms, the freckles that scattered along his skin. He thought about the scars on the back of his hands. Would his skin feel warm if Danse pressed his own lips against his knuckles? How would those soft fingers feel cupping Danse’s face, with Artemis’ thumb rubbing his cheek? Would Danse’s skin bubble up into goosebumps again if Artemis ran those hands along his biceps, his pecs, his stomach…?
Danse squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his face burn bright and hot again, finally deciding that maybe the best course of action was to take a very long, and very cold shower.
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laufire · 28 days
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Top 5 Turner scenes in GK to keep with my theme xDD
Using the truth about his bio parents to save Duela <3
Everything about the plot with Joe Chill.
Library bonding/appreciating Duela's honesty in the face of death.
All those little moments of simmering-but-tranquil jealousy when it comes to Carrie's relationship with Bruce. I thought they did a lot for the character(s) and I would've loved to see more of it.
Killing Talon. I love why he did it (to save Cressida, of all people), how he did, and how different the framing is compared to other bat-canons lol.
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wolfprayers · 1 year
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lascapigliata · 1 year
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one of the first photos from my downloaded twitter archive ❤️
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omegamoo · 2 years
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intro post for the chaos
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